When Autumn comes, across the years As surely comes thy face, alas! Comes with strung pearls on seeded grass, And dawn's bright lashes soft with tears. Ah! surely then thy footfall nears My threshold, and I see thee pass And smile, as in some haunted glass Smiles a dead girl, and disappears, When Autumn comes. More real than Summer with her rose, Her pomps beside thee are dim things, Resounding unsubstantial shows; Thou, from the shadow thy beauty throws, Deathless with many vanishings -- When Autumn comes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A RESTAURANT by SARA TEASDALE CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS IN THE MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL THE JEW'S GIFT; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BALLADE OF THE FOREST HAUNTERS by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |